Tim Greenwood, Brokenheart Jones' lead singer/guitarist, channels Wilco's Jeff Tweedy, the likable oratory pilgrimages of Woodie Guthrie, the whiskey-tinged draw of Ryan Adams, and the yearning howl of every lost cowboy, indie-rocker, love-struck-every-five-minutes effortlessly on "Sunday Best," BhJ's sophomore debut. Accompanied by four twangy counterparts (Guitar/Vocalist, Mark Althans, Violinist/Vocalist, Amy Tobin, Bassist, Ben Foote, and Drummer, Adam Bilsing), Greenwood mentions such notable streets as Summit Avenue and Hiawatha while lamenting over living out of a suitcase in the trunk of his car. Ethan Hawke's, Troy Dyer, of Gen X's Reality Bites fame, would definitely include Greenwood and his bunch into the Hey That's My Bike club, even if they couldn't make it to 50 eggs.
With lyrics rich as Exxon Mobile executives, Greenwood and gang give all indie-rocker, alt-country blues hounds, a prominent jaunt for their money. "On Trailer Park Tragedy," Greenwood bemoans "Now we're left here on our own, all left alone with our mistakes, now I'm alone in my poor taste" and "What do you want girl, there's no way into you." After a few Premiums at the corner bar, basking in the rawest form of straight loneliness, gasping shots of punch-drunk love sickness while slumped on your favored, red vinyl tattered stool as the neighbor's dog barks in the moonlight, pop "Sunday Best" in the Ford on the drive home and exhale your Camel deep into the wind as BhJ whisks you deep into a country town all your own.
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